While they were talking, zhao jun arrogantly walked in with a group of dismissed logistics staff.
Zhu Yuyan followed him in.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest. It seemed like she let him in on purpose.
He looked around.
His gaze fell on Xiao ran, and he walked over arrogantly. He stopped across the table from Xiao ran.
Bang! Bang!
He slammed his palm on the table, pointed at Xiao ran, and scolded.
"Who Do You Think You Are? Do you think you're worthy of dismissing me of my official position? Have you obtained the approval of the divine sword guards and the spirit God Bureau?"
"You dog! Who gave you the guts to point fingers in front of brother Xiao?" Zhang Yu's face immediately darkened.
She instantly grabbed the finger that he was pointing at.
"One must be clear of one's own identity."
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly bent.
She broke two of his fingers roughly. The intense pain caused cold sweat to flow down his face.